Gold Soul Theory - The Underachievers

A rebel

Who went searching for treasures in his soul

Fishing for gold I found the key to unlock the door

To my mind’s gate, hidden with some hieroglyphs

Told me bout my future and my past and that I should get, I should get

To light working and get up off my ass

I’m on the path, to move the masses, spiritual tactics

Soul masters, you bastards, spread it through classes

Live your life free nigga, if you surpass this class bitch

LSD got your boy feelin acidic, so hazardous

Elevated mafia

Flatbush Zombie familia

No dumb niggas on our roster bruh

Finna wreck your teeth if you not with us

Beast Coast ain’t no stoppin' us

We fuck with the West like 'Pac and 'em

But back to the story of the old me

Rep with a youngin like a nigga over low key

Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE

Keep me in my zone like a mother fucking goalie

Holy shit I’m a a mother fucking King nigga

Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga

Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold

A nigga could get caught up if he ain’t knowing his soul

His soul, yeah nigga his soul

You ain’t living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow

Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga

Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga

Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar

I’m flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far

Generation of generals

Keep my word in my genitals

Gender rolls, nigga I’m God as far as gender goes

Sell my soul.

Never I’m gold

Word to Gihanny golly, try me

Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry

Pat Reily, I’m strapped with jalepeno wraps

Mandingo sag, your bitch be lovin' that, but fuck that

AK the savior, elevate your brain, the greatest

Spread that knowledge, keep your soul but skip that tone

We done did hard labour for that

Gold, then A gon make them haters meet they makers

Cause they, pose

And fake it 'till they make it, so ungrateful

To the, OG’s, OJ, got em on, sippin' on some OE

A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shippin' for a dime

Tell her set her soul free

Freeze, repeat, rewind

Back to the time I was blind

Never, I always incline the Third Eye

Recognize, since the youngin' and the inner gold that’s inside

Show my signs as an early bird

Word I want what’s mine, mine

Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold

A nigga could get caught up if he don’t know where his soul

His soul, yeah nigga his soul

You ain’t living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow

Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga

Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga

Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar

I’m flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far

Get up on yo shit, you ain’t livin' up yo life

You’s a fucking livin God, why you bowin' down to Christ

You ain’t knowin' bout the golden gift that’s trapped up in yo mind

Gold soul theory, and the gold’s on the rise